CouchSurfing references are a tricky matter. They should be your compass in the quest for the right host. My only negative CS experience happened despite 80 splendid references on the host’s profile. Moreover, it took me 13 months to write him a review. It made me wonder if we can rely on the references at all. How often are things left unsaid? Why is leaving an honest reference so difficult? What can we – solo traveling women – do to be safe (and protect others) while CouchSurfing?Czytaj dalej Silence ain’t golden – CouchSurfing as a solo traveling woman
Probably the most underrated cycling destination in Europe. Hilly, green and idyllic Slovakia is made for biketouring, but the crowds of tourists are still not there. Below my subjective list of cycling, gastronomic and sightseeing reasons to visit the country of Janosik. Location: in the heart of Europe. You can easily combine a bicycle tour […]Czytaj dalej Bicycle touring in Slovakia – 13 reasons why
I felt their eyes on me.
„No, my husband is right behind me,” I answered knowing that they will find out that my husband either wears an invisibility cloak or does not exist if they stay at the road for a while.
I don’t remember his name. Let’s just call him „Mister Five Thousand Benefits”. He joined us at the beach in Tong and, while sharing a watermelon with us, was trying to convert us to Islam.Czytaj dalej Kyrgyz tales, part 2: beach vibes at Issyk-Kul, fairytale and not-really-fairytale canyons and hunger for adventure
Polska wersja tekstu znajduje się tutaj. I don’t like flying. Not because I’m scared of it. I actually feel pretty safe on a plane. And not even because I find the whole airport atmosphere very stressful and I’m always there two hours too early, which makes no sense at all because I’m just freaking out […]Czytaj dalej Kyrgyz tales, part 1: Always look on the bright side
It was surprisingly familiar. Unplastered houses among the fields. Hills covered with juicy, green grass. On the road sometimes a tractor, sometimes a dilapidated Golf II, sometimes a shiny black BMW with tinted glass. Just like at home. Only instead of church towers there were minarets on the horizon and sometimes some women in hijab […]Czytaj dalej Bosnia no. 1: Mysterious, intriguing and somehow familiar
I arrived at the border crossing and took a place in line behind plenty of cars. After 20 minutes of waiting I finally came to the booth of the Croatian border police. – Where going? How long? – grumbled the officer, obviously quite dissatisfied with her life. – To Rijeka, for two days – I […]Czytaj dalej Croatia for the first time – a quick ride down to the coast and an even quicker escape
From the Italian Dolomites I headed to Austria. I don’t even know why, because somehow I really can’t get along with Austria. There is always something I don’t like there. It is expensive, immaculate, boring. I am annoyed by the perfectly mown lawns and by the fact that everything is polished, clean and well-organized. (Somehow I […]Czytaj dalej Bled, Soča, Julian Alps and the Steve Jobs of flip flops – Slovenia (and a bit of Austria) by bike
I was sure that the times, when I could be so amazed by the mountains that I would just run around with open mouth and take picture after picture, were long gone since I spent a couple months in Swiss Alps or since some of my trips to Norway. You know how it is with […]Czytaj dalej Wet, cold and absolutely breathtaking – camping in the Dolomites
When I was planning my journey, I didn’t know a lot. I didn’t know what countries I was going to visit, where I was going to sleep, how long I would be gone, how much money I would spend. I knew one thing though: I would cycle. A lot, many hours, on new roads. I […]Czytaj dalej A story about not cycling
Three weeks in Switzerland are truly idyllic. My life is limited to cycling, hiking and good food in a good company. But the road is calling, there are plenty of things to see and plenty of adventures to experience. Finally there comes a day when I have to pack my bags, leave the base camp […]Czytaj dalej How to cycle in sauna – hot days in northern Italy
In my case cycling alpine passes looks a lot like buying pants (buying any other clothing items comes easily to me; getting a new pair of pants costs me a lot of effort). The following steps can be distinguished: Internet research that arouses my enthusiasm (everything looks tempting in online shops!) Blood, sweat and tears. […]Czytaj dalej Lady of the lowlands vs. alpine passes
I always wanted to learn skiing. No wonder, since my childhood idol was Adam Małysz and other ski jumpers, I also loved to watch alpine skiing on Eurosport on winter weekends. But after a few attempts, when my fear of speed and losing control destroyed the whole fun I just accepted, that I am just […]Czytaj dalej Screw talent, just work – a story about me and xc-skiing, vol 1
Basel airport. Wizzair airplane lands after a one and a half hour flight. I leave the plane and after a while I pick up my luggage – an old backpack with my cycling bags inside and a big box with my bicycle and a lot of protective sponge. For the first time in my life […]Czytaj dalej How I left everything behind and went to Nobodyknowswhere